... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

Conscious of not being able to separate myself from my time, I have decided to become part of it.

This is the century of fear.

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love

The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.